We missed out on a lot of wake-up cuddling this week, since Mom had to pop out of bed at 6am to get ready for school. Seems like we made up for it on the weekend.
One key characteristic is that Star has to be closest to Mommy. At one point this morning, she gave up her spot and Sunny swooped in. Realizing her error, little Missy tried to come back. Where? She laid flat on top of me (I was flat on my back). Her sharp pointy elbow had to be redirected off some internal organs, but after that we were pretty comfy.
My favorite part is when Sunny sneaks around the top and lays his head on my left shoulder. What a sweet gesture. My right hand comes up to rub his head and scritch his ears, but then Miss Star tries to get my hand back, lifting up at my wrist with her snout.
And through it all, they are washing my face, especially with kisses on my chin, and the occasional shot to the ear (that's Sunny, getting me back for twice-a-week ear drops). When it tickles, I giggle.
I can't get too lost in the moment - I need to be on the lookout for claws flying in the vicinity of my eyeballs. I don't want to have to write that story - Woman Loses Eye in Threesome with Dogs.
After the head on the shoulder bit this morning, Sunny managed to move in to the next, and most intimate, stage - head on my chest, eyes gazing soulfully into mine. Ahhhhhh. Star does it a lot as well when she is in the right position. I'm not sure what we're saying, but I'm sure there is some communication going on.
Sometimes I discover that we are actually a foursome. Sunny often brings a tennis ball into the bed at night, where it magically shows up in the morning. And speaking of tennis balls, as we do daily ...
While organizing the new house, I re-purposed an old bin as a new toy box.
Star demonstrates how to use the new toy box:
She is only interested in one thing:
And Sunny is only interested in another:
There are at least a dozen of them in the box, at the beginning of the day.
My parents were here last weekend. Mom was sitting on the couch. Sunny was trying desperately to engage her in a game. He put the ball on the couch next to her and she ignored it. So he went and got another ball, put it on the couch next to her. And she ignored it. Within the space of an hour, 13 tennis balls had come out of the box and were littered on the couch or the floor around it. But still she wouldn't throw one for him. Poor Sunny.
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